Wildhearts "Everlone" |
Life has teeth and bites the feeding open hand You wanna be in a band? I got the feeling, I got too much, too soon, too fucked up I don't know I got to get to the show Well, what have I got to do? What have I got to do to get through to you? Well, what have I got to do? What have I got to do to get next to you? Like a telephone call would do� Fuck it! Everlone, everlone A thousand fake heroes appear at the throne, of Everlone, into the great unknown Leaving it all to fade for a while �Til the fire in my eyes passes by When ideas run out, any fool can make a fist I got the will to resist I got the power of one, the fear of none, the arms to judge a man I bet you don't understand Well, what have I got to do? What have I got to do to get through to you? Well, what have I got to do? What have I got to do to get next to you? Like a telephone call would do� Fuck it! Everlone, everlone A thousand fake heroes appear at the throne, of Everlone, into the great unknown Leaving it all to fade for a while �Til the fire in my eyes passes by Passes by, like a train Like the strangers all around Passes by, like the pain Like the only friend I've found But if you mix self confidence With some common sense Maybe then you'll realise you touch me Never, never, ever Lyric from www.lyricmania.com |